Day 577. I fucking hate nicotine more today than I think I have in the past 577 days!
Went on vacation a few weeks back. Nice trip to the east coast. Stayed at this cutesy little bb my wife picked out. Our room looked like a big pink explosion... But it made my wife happy. Anyway, walked in and one of the first things I thought of, out of reflex, was... Where is there a men's room in the lobby? See... That is where I would take off every morning and night for a ninja dipping session. Pathetic. Bbs don't have restrooms in the lobby. And I don't care! 25 years I wasted time hiding on vacations when I could have been enjoying myself. No more of that bullshit!
Met steakbomb for breakfast. Great guy, great role model for new or veteran quitters, and his energy really amplified my hatred of nicotine. I left and thought... That dude sure didn't fit what I thought the stereotypical dip addict would be. He probably thought the same thing. Thanks for taking time out of your weekend to meet me, Andy. Your support and the support of bad asses like yourself is what makes the engine of kill the can work when no other plan does!
Pharmacist, celebrity banker, personal trainer, CFO, inventory analyst, plant manager, commercial electrician, healthcare manager, pipeliner, police officer... These are the professions of some of the dip (nicotine) addicts I've met in person that keep me accountable. This addiction sucks. But one day at a time, with the help of the guys I've met and post with daily, I am keeping my word and fueling my hatred.
See you at 600.